Is Loving Someone A Choice Novels & Stories

“Was it like you finally found the love you were longing for?” “Honesty even after all this I had never longed for love I was always more than enough for myself I was emotionally independent and all the love that I would ever need was always within me, it was the idea of having someone take care of me and having a shoulder to cry on that attracted me the most” “If you don’t mind me asking, out of all the people why Ryan……I mean why would someone like you or anyone for that matter choose someone who was making people fall out of love?”

“So. The central theme — do we believe love is fate or choice? Who wants to start?” Before I could look away, his hand went up. Of course. Ivan leaned back in his chair, voice smooth and confident. “Love isn’t a choice,” he said. “It’s instinct. You don’t pick who your soul recognizes — it just happens. The woman in the story fought it, but in the end, she couldn’t deny it.” His eyes flicked to mine. Everyone noticed. I lifted my hand before I could stop myself. “That’s not love,” I said, my voice steady but sharper than I intended. “That’s surrender. If she didn’t choose it, if it just happened, then it’s not real. It’s control.”

Lily called softly. Sephora blinked and came back to the moment. “I’m here,” she said quickly, offering a small smile. Lily studied her face. “You spaced out.” “Just thinking,” Sephora replied. She paused, then spoke carefully. “Love isn’t something you always feel perfectly,” she said. “It’s something you choose.” Lily listened closely. “You wake up every day and you choose that person again,” Sephora continued. “Even when it’s hard. Even when you’re upset. Even when things don’t go the way you expected.”

“I’ve been hurt before, Gabe. By the worst kind of people. I understand that you and Theo are not those people.” As I continue, Gabe reaches for my hand, and holds it while I pour my heart out to them. “I am ashamed to admit, I have hurt people too. My experiences caused me to develop rules. Practices I put in place to protect not just me, but others from me. Gabe, I need you to understand that I don’t believe in love.” He looks shocked at my words. “Not in the way that most people do. I don’t believe that love is something that happens to us. I define love as a choice. It’s a conscious decision to cherish another with out motive. No expectations, to contingencies, no reason other

Every inch of her hummed with control—and yet she was soft, inviting, irresistible. “You want me,” she whispered. His eyes darkened. “Of course I want you.” “But you don’t trust it.” He hesitated. “I don’t know if what I feel is real. If it's mine. Or if it's what you are.” Her expression shifted. “I used to ask myself the same. I wondered if the bond was love or just biology. But you know what I’ve learned?” He said nothing. She leaned forward, her lips brushing the side of his jaw. “Love is a choice. And right now, I’m choosing myself.”

"It might not be easy for me, but it's still your choice. But if you find him better than me, then what could I do?" "Please don't say that," I said, kissing his lips. "You're the one I love." "But are you willing to choose me over and over again?" he asked, wiping the hair off my face to my ear. Aaron has a point. It's not very important how much you love someone; what matters most is your willingness to choose them over and over again, through the highs and the lows. You can love someone and still choose to let them go or love them and fight for them.

Choosing someone is very different from loving someone because choosing someone means that despite what or how you feel‚ to the highest and lowest points of life‚ you will still choose him. Anyone can say that they love you‚ but not everyone can choose you when things around you get so difficult. The reality of love is to always choose that person over anything. And I choose him. For me Love is knowing one another and making that a concerted effort- open and honest communication from both people. And then choosing to grow together, And having that last over a long period of time- great times and horrible times and all the times. Choosing and Loving Damon McCartny Becket is one of my greatest

“I know you loved her. But this bitterness is consuming you.” I clenched my jaw, trying not to look away. She leaned closer, her voice softer now. “It’s not just about feelings. Love is a choice, son. A decision to stay, when it’s easy and especially when it’s not. Even the Bible says, he who finds a wife finds a good thing. Your father... he doesn’t make threats he won’t keep.” That line. That one line. Love is a choice. It hit me harder than anything they’d ever said. For the first time in all their nagging, it didn’t sound like pressure. It sounded like... truth.

“This isn’t about loyalty.” “No,” I say quietly. “It’s about choice.” The room goes still. Because the word hits the center of everything between us. Choice. I step closer. “You said something earlier tonight,” I remind him. “What?” “That love isn’t memory. It’s choice.” Adrian watches me carefully. “Yes.” “So let me choose.” Silence stretches between us. Long enough that my heartbeat becomes loud in my ears. “You don’t remember loving me,” Adrian says. “No.”

“My darling, I didn’t know.” His voice was low and filled once again with love “I tend to think the worst due to my past.” Matthew sits up put his arms around me pulling me to his lap. “I didn’t know if he would answer and you didn’t let me explain. I’m telling you now, I won’t put up with being treated as if you don’t trust me. I’m sure we’ll have arguments like everyone else. I’ll match your toe to toe.. but I must have trust.” Matthew pulled me close and kissed me. It was a good but short kiss. Then he simply held me. Words don’t speak as loud as actions. I know his love his true.